Damn Japanophiles

fuckin samurai wannabes ( I KNOW I should be the last one saying this,) I actually met not one, not two, not three, but 4, yes thats right 4 people who have an absolute hard on the the katana. These people were that type that a lot us sword enthusists were like at point or another, though most of us tend to grow out of it at say 13 or so.

But yeah back to the rant

These were 4 were type that believe the Katana to be the absolute epitome of swordsmithing and Kenjutsu to be the greatest sword method on the planet.

ya'know the type, Japanophiles.

the japanese can do no wrong and everything they make is inspired by God himself.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I know I practice Kenjutsu myself, so maybe I should be defending them.

but no these assholes, actually believed the bullshido that often spouted about the Katana, even showing me a vid on youtube of katana blade

cutting a bullet. which contrary to what they thought is nothing special,
a bullet made of lead, and a sword blade is made of steel

so gee I don't know I wonder which one is the harder substance, uh?, oh yeah steel!

so yeah how is a sword blade cutting a lead bullet anything special when take my hunting knife and with minimal pressure cut a bar of lead

I don't think that was it, but I liked that one more than the one originally referenced...now imagine a samurai charging the machine gun bunker.

"Reason is a choice. Wishes and whims are not facts, nor are they a means to discovering them. Reason is our only way to grasping reality -- it's our basic tool of survival. We are free to evade the effort of thinking, to reject reason, but we are not free to avoid the penalty of the abyss we refuse to see."
- Terry Goodkind, "Faith of the Fallen"

Years ago I went to a knife/gun/othercrap show in Tucson. After scanning many tables of crap I saw one covered with B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L shiny toys. I walked over to get a closer look. At that moment a tall, skinny **** with a looong ponytail (YOU know the type!) who is looking at the prettys picks up and unsheaths a Wakazashi (not asking the owner's permission) and launches into his kata, whcih includes some very pretty over-the-head swishes, and nearly connects with yrs truly, who was about two feet back and slightly to shithead's left.

Funny thing-- his keen warrior senses did not detect me! Maybe if I had cut out his kidney? But I had a dame with me. The guy behind the table gave me a -holy ****! sorry!- look, and I went elsewhere for awhile.

I came back later, after the samurai wannabe was gone. The gentleman with all the knives was Barry Dawson, who is, in my opinion, the MO-FO God Emperor of American Knifemakers- http://www.dawsonknives.com/index.html
and what he was doing at some little **** show in Tucson, I still do not know!

Anyhow, we had a nice hobnob, and I got to handle his whole table of pretties, which were all pretty fucking orgasmic. I remember he had mostly tantos and bowies, and that I couldn't afford anything serious. But he was a real gent and let me play with them all and said yeah, 5-10% of the people coming up at shows were jerks and psychos.

He gave me and my girlfriend of the time a 'Military Reservist/nearly killed by wannabee' discount on a couple of his neck knives, which Cold Steel has in production as The Spike. Lost the girl, got the knife, it still rocks.

Ya'know I really need to stop hanging around anime shops, these places seem to be the premier hangout for Japanophiles in my area. ( hit himself upside the head, duh, where the **** else would those kids go,) hmm, you know I think I'm actually starting understand why there are Buddhist temples around Des Moines, Iowa.

and sorry for this Bitching, I'll try to stop venting online since it seems to be something I do often.